"Where's Mu Hengshi? I want to see him." Song Qingmo knocked over the food his bodyguard had brought him. His reaction was a bit intense. But it wasn't his fault. It had been over a month since he'd returned from the island. His face had lost its former vitality.
Mu Hengshi was a lunatic and a liar. Initially, he'd used his amnesia as an excuse to force Song Qingmo to accompany him on his journey. Wen Zhiling hadn't appeared since the beginning, and Song Qingmo was suspicious. Despite Mu Hengshi's desperate attempts to hide it, he finally let him know that Mu Xingshi hadn't lost his memory. Upon hearing Mu Zhenshi's confession, Song Qingmo felt his blood freeze, a chill running from his feet to his skull.
"So, you treated me like a clown from the beginning to the end!" Song Qingmo questioned Mu Hengshi with red eyes.
"Look at me, like a fool, running around like a headless chicken with joy after receiving a fantastic promise. You think it's hilarious, don't you?" Song Qingmo vented his anger with words. Mu Heng remained silent throughout all this, his head lowered, his expression hidden from view beneath the dark shadows.
When Song Qingmo stopped breathing, he spoke: "I didn't lie to you. Every word I promised was true, but what I said was what I could do. I can't let you go." There was a lot of paranoia hidden in his words.
Hearing this made Song Qingmo feel extremely absurd. The scenery before him became distorted, making him suspect that it was all fake. He leaned weakly against the wall, covering his face with both hands. His right hand was powerless, and his fingers were tilted in all directions, looking ridiculous. Then he saw some crystal tears rushing out from between his hands.
From great joy to great sorrow, numbness and then numbness again. He did it when he tortured Mu Heng, and he did it very well, worthy of being the number one who could always suppress him.
"I'm sorry, I'll let you calm down for a few days." Song Qingmo's current appearance made his heart clench, kneading out blood and tears. He couldn't face it and ran away like before.
Song Qingmo was left alone in this world in sorrow and pain.
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"Let him come to see me. Does he think he can pretend nothing happened by hiding and covering up the trouble?" Song Qingmo raised his head and looked towards the corner coldly.
Mu Heng, who was in an office far away, also understood at this moment that Song Qingmo knew where the surveillance camera was!
He didn't want to just miss her through the surveillance video. If the situation allowed, he wanted to be by the side of the person he loved all the time. But he was afraid of Song Qingmo's calm yet hysterical brokenness and hopeful requests.
For him, he couldn't look directly at it, he could only avoid it and turn a blind eye. Just like what Song Qingmo had said just now.
Every day, his requests were brushed off, and he couldn't embarrass others. Song Qingmo's heart cried out for compromise, but his whole body didn't want to give in. Even if this was the best outcome, so what? He didn't want to go on like this.
Song Qingmo stopped struggling and gradually melted into a state where nothing mattered.
Mu Hengshi greedily relived Song Qingmo's smiling face over and over again. Just when he was immersed in Song Qingmo's cuteness and thought they had a chance to reconcile, reality gave him a blow! Song Qingmo committed suicide...
The setting sun in the afternoon was like blood, staining the distant mountains. Facing Song Qingmo's transformation, he regained the courage to appear before him. Feeling uneasy, he tried to convince himself that Song Qingmo would not lie...
He walked lightly and opened the door. The bodyguards had been sent out, so the villa was spacious and quiet.
Song Qingmo was not around, and Mu Hengshi's heart trembled. He didn't believe that Song Qingmo would abandon Song's father and mother and run away alone, so...
Mu Heng immediately asked someone to call a doctor and quickly stepped into the room where Song Qingmo lived. The bathroom was the only place that was not monitored.
As expected, Song Qingmo cut his wrists, and blood formed a group of small streams that meandered to the drain. The wound did not clot, and bright red blood was still flowing.
Seeing this, Mu Hengshi carefully and quickly carried him to the garage to meet with the doctor who was rushing over. His hands were shaking, revealing his owner's inner feelings.
He suppressed his grief, only to feel his throat blocked and uncomfortable, as if he would lose his voice in the next moment. The cool tears flowed into his collar, and some dripped onto Song Qingmo's clothes. Don't die, don't die... This was the only thought in his mind.
"Boss, the car is ready. Don't be too sad." The bodyguards saw Mu Hengshi like this, their eyes reddened as if the sky had fallen, and they thought their father had died. From their perspective, Mu Hengshi had no feelings for Song Qingmo.
"Shut up! Drive right now, fast." He urged the driver, not caring about the strange looks from the others. He carried Song Qingmo into the car, and as it started, Mu Hengshi's eyes never left Song Qingmo. He used the first aid kit in the car to briefly treat the hideous wound. "Huh... the bleeding has stopped." His words had a certain sense of fear after surviving a disaster.
He gently bent down and hugged Song Qingmo who was leaning on his legs. Tears could no longer be stopped and began to fall. Song Qingmo was unconscious at the moment. If he knew that Mu Xingshi's tears all fell on his shoulders, he would only feel nauseous.
Song Qingmo narrowly escaped death. Heaven had been against him, sparing him his life. He hadn't expected himself to be so difficult to kill. He had lost a lot of blood and was admitted to a VIP ward. During an examination, doctors discovered that Song Qingmo seemed to have significant mental problems.
"Mr. Mu, the patient has a serious tendency towards self-destruction. Although this is a private hospital and we have no right to interfere, this will sooner or later become a hidden danger. If you have time, you should have the patient see a psychiatrist."
The doctor still had some conscience. Tsk tsk, judging by the cruelty Song Qingmo had shown him, it was truly unacceptable for an ordinary person. He sighed at the perverted ways of the rich, a handsome young man being forced into this state. He was even thankful that he had an ordinary face.
There was nothing I could do but offer some advice, hoping to awaken Mu Hengshi's conscience and help the poor man lying on the bed, who was as pale as paper.
Mu Hengshi pursed his lips tightly, his deep eyes hard to read. His face didn't show much emotion, and remained stern.
"I understand. You can leave now." Seeing his unfriendly expression, the doctor immediately left. In the huge ward, only the unconscious Song Qingmo was left.
Mu Hengshi, who had been maintaining the same position for a long time, finally moved. He squatted in front of Song Qingmo's bed, held his hand, and a storm brewed in his eyes.
He didn't want to push it to this point. Why couldn't Song Qingmo just try to like him? Was it so painful to be by his side?
"Qingmo, I will return the Song family to you. I will skin and bone Wen Zhiling to make him atone for his sins. You can beat me and scold me, but can you please not leave me? I will bring my parents to accompany you, and we can go back to the time when we were married, okay? I can't lose you..."
After all, Mu Hengshi still refused to let Song Qingmo leave. He was doing some things in those days to repair this broken relationship.
He separated the Song family from the Mu family, cleaned it up and returned it to Song Qingmo. He also contacted famous neurologists at home and abroad to study whether Song Qingmo's broken finger could be healed. However, all these were too late and Song Qingmo had an accident.
The tense nerves of these days were all vented out when Song Qingmo cut his wrists. He was not a crying person, but his tears soaked his clothes again and again.
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